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nappy roots – today lyrics

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[skinny deville]
cadillac dts oh yes rolling i’m fresh to death
do us part, through the park, blowing kush til nothings left
me myself i need my health, i tasted fame but fiend for wealth
dollars make the world rotate, and momma said “boy be the best”
like dj khaled, be the best, success expecting nothing less
above the average, check the swagger, fly as delta with no baggage
i’m a savage, i’m a beast, i hustle just to grub and eat
seven days, at least a week, we got that shit that plugs the street (hit the block)
shove the beat, these haters ain’t been bugs to me, i crush em all beneath my feet
this southern drawl makes b-tches weak (right at their knees)
big -ss to please, is what i like, you asking we?
he is i and we agree, we love them broads with they degrees
certainly she’s heard of skinny, penny came, i skipped on many
hit a few, but not just any, at least a dime then add a penny
flip a quarter, cop a zip
chip a elbow, pack a nick
don’t mind me i’m talking shit, but this is for my dudes and chicks

(chorus)
[deacon the villian]
to the people that be holding you down every second that you step in the street
to the people that be showing you love in a world that hates you here to defeat
to the people that be keeping it cool if you rolling then you know what to do
today, all day, always

[big v?]
(i like that) uh, yo, let’s go
smoke good, drink good, eat good, fleetwood
roach k!lling, fly swatting, bryant’s post?, clock dodging
pot selling, dope cooking, bridge still
broke looking, felon but my case is bull
two strikes means my bases full
gold teeth, gold teeth
golden fried busy bee
chicken plate, turkey flats
pepper steak, brown teeth
church boy, east to fit
no hammer time, i’m too legit
i just lay low in the sticks
hanging like i’m jena 6

[scales]
uh, what you know about saddle sore
cow poking and cattle rope
hog tying, and dog fighting, and fly fishing, and paddle boats
stay shape like a cloud of smoke
dro we blow we loud as folk
folk who down and out and broke
i hope you showing them how to cope
life’s like skidding down the slope
go too fast and lose control
if you fall, that ground is cold
want to enjoy this, take it slow
we the cleanest and i mean this nappy roots and cunninlynguists
still on fire we un-extinguished, learn you about this country english

(chorus)
[deacon the villian]
to the people that be holding you down every second that you step in the street
to the people that be showing you love in a world that hates you here to defeat
to the people that be keeping it cool if you rolling then you know what to do
today, all day, always

[ag wheeler?]
i’m coming down, rolling up
burning down, blowing up
keep that gas up in my bag
where i’m from we call it skunk
smell like funk parliament, loud shit, george clinton
can’t always smoke on that good, tell me what is it you hittin’
rims glistenin’, yeah right
more like broken headlight
belt slipping, transmission going, busted tail pipe
pushing through, day to day
take it slow is all i know, all i need is family
and all i see, is all my folk

[sean wheeler?]
my people of flesh and blood, living in this city of steel and stone
built up on land of earth and wood, tell me why my dreams are made of gold
and all these things we crave are sold, to us by someone for a profit
so they can buy something and own it and say man look what i’ve accomplished
look at this shiny shit i bought
kiss all my jewelry and diamonds
imma go out here and f-ck my car
then draw a bath of vintage wine
surrounded by fake people and lies
my friends keep reminding me to keep my feet tied to the ground while i reach out for the sky

(humming)

(chorus)
[deacon the villian]
to the people that be holding you down every second that you step in the street
to the people that be showing you love in a world that hates you here to defeat
to the people that be keeping it cool if you rolling then you know what to do
today, all day, always